The only shortcoming is that Machinedrum lacks a definitive singular angle, making him amongst the frontrunners of dubstep/juke interpretation, but not quite ahead of the pack.

Heavily indebted to ‘90s indie pop but never boringly reverential - it’s the sound of a band mining the past into a vibrant future.

In Mind, for all its charms and willingness to explore, mostly opts to bask in the lingering afterglow of Real Estate’s first truly outstanding record.

It's got piles of ideas, some biting M.I.A.-style hooks, and all the grimy vibrancy of a night out in Soweto.

His ambiguous and damning lament on modern England – as ever, left beautifully to our imagination.

Summer 08 is the banger-filled record Mount has always wanted to make, for fun, and we’re very much glad that he did.

Another truckload of ear-boxing drum kicks and chunky basses offer the same unflustered technicality and stewardship as Unbalance.

While Beast Epic doesn’t quite match the strength of those records, it still remains his most pleasing work since 2007’s ‘The Shepherd’s Dog’.

This is a sizzling and accomplished jaunt through the mind and talents of a British institution.

It will be fascinating to see where Clark goes next, but in the meantime MassEducation is better than it needs to be, and an interesting reflection on a career defining record.

Consistently surprising, fanciful and varied, each genre flip, from pop, dub and hip-hop to rap is traversed with ease.

It's a strong and accomplished debut, and Jessie Ware has provided the missing link between SBTRKT and Sade. Whether you think that's a good thing is your call.

Sleigh Bells might have got a little softer on us, but they haven’t lost their charm.

Many Moons is more than a mere side-project, and a solid debut album for any season.

When you see Jungle live, it takes very little provocation for them to extend their songs into euphoric, funk-laden, instrumental prang-outs that mesmerise your mind’s eye. Unfortunately, the album lacks a little of that psychedelic deviation, and instead chooses to quite politely proffer 11 great and concise songs, with a whistling instrumental mid-point.

Moose’s accompaniment soars, and subsidies, ensuring that this release doesn’t feel like a mere afterthought late in the release calendar. At a slight 12 minutes, it’s a brief coda to a strange year for the artist, but one fans will no doubt lap up.

When it all comes together, In Rolling Waves is a thrilling, melodramatic ride through the regions where pop, electro and alternative rock crossover, and finally meet.

The songwriting is easy-going, the risks taken effortlessly; more than 15 years into their time together, Bombay Bicycle Club are still taking chances, and still reaping the rewards.

While the synth and electro are certainly there, it lacks a little punch.

Dust is divisive and at times challenging. Yet, in Halo’s restless experimentalism we find moments of unexpected beauty.

At seventeen tracks it's a purposefully meandering ride, one filled with funky instrumentals and ambient vignettes. While songs such as 'Lately', 'Insecurity' and 'Sex Emoji' show the band has not lost their ability to deliver funky floor-fillers, it's the more subdued material that really shines.

Kaleide works best when all of its individual fragments twist into vision as one.

With ‘Weather’ it’s Saint Sinner’s vocals that give the project direction; when these are stripped away on ‘Simulcast’, it’s up to the listener to find a way though, to draw the conclusions. And it’s these personal conclusions that make ‘Simulcast’ arguably a far more engaging and interesting experience than ‘Weather’.

Yet for all the ideas, it’s a patient album: the deft funk of ‘Music Concrete’ takes its time, with a muttered repeated title, while ‘Space Station Mantra’ pulses and fizzes skywards, bringing things full circle with more motorik murmuring.

Take it as deep dance for when there aren't enough hours in the day.

At times, it feels like a test drive, pushing the boundaries to prove to itself what can be done. But when he concentrates his focus and narrows his noodling, it delivers substance and heft.

There's potential here--let's not entrust the future of rock to them just yet.

His drawled, out of focus mumblings drawing you in unavoidably to the patchwork sonics, and though the album can be a little overwhelming on first listen, repeated plays reveal an irresistible talent.